There are not enough words or feelingsto describe the loss of my brother but I know he is in a better place! This poemis dedicated to him: The breath of his being was too great to bare. Was there hope for someone who had such despair? He understood that help was near yet the struggle he had to get it was more than just fear. A handsome young man, full of hopes and dreams, then one day dark forces came and pulled out all its schemes. Maybe this would help the sadness that lay in his mind, and he grew fond of these forces day by day only making him more blind. We tried our best to help at all cost, but the brother I knew was never so lost. Our normal minds will never understand the pain of his being and the struggle of "I can".On this earth I will never walk, talk or laugh again, but Lord, I know your with me. You're my brother, you're my friend. This is dedicated to all families who have lost a loved one.